Highlander's Reckoning (The Sinclair Brothers #3) by Emma Prince Page A

down the seam of her sex.
    She gasped, and her legs opened a bit more for him.
She suddenly realized that she was damp there, though she didn’t know why.
    She didn’t have time to think about it, though, for
his mouth closed on her other breast as he parted the folds of her sex with his
fingers. He brushed against a spot above her opening, and she bucked and moaned
with abandon as pleasure consumed her.
    The sensations kept piling on top of one another,
crashing into her relentlessly as she struggled for breath, struggled just to
feel it all. His fingers moved faster between her legs, and his mouth teased
first one breast and then the other. Time fell away, and all that existed was
pure sensation.
    She felt like she was wheeling higher and higher,
climbing toward the sun, reaching for its warmth and light. Then suddenly she
was soaring through the radiant heavens. She cried out as pleasure broke over
her and she was suffused with it.
    As she drifted back to earth, her eyes fluttered
open and she was met with Daniel’s hungry, penetrating stare.
    “Open for me,” he commanded raggedly. Languidly, she
opened her legs wider, and he pushed her chemise up so that it pooled around
her waist on the bed.
    Never taking his eyes from her, he fumbled with his
belt. Once it was unfastened, his kilt slid from his hips, and he tossed the
material aside. She raised her head slightly, and the sight before her cut
through her dreamy pleasure.
    Daniel was illuminated from behind by the now-low
fire in the chamber’s brazier. The hard lines of his torso continued down the
rest of his body. But her eyes focused on one particularly rigid part of him.
His manhood—his cock, as he had called it—stood out from the dark patch of hair
between his legs. It was hard and long and very large.
    She swallowed. She only knew one thing about
lovemaking, and she didn’t think it would work with his size.
    Before she could voice her concerns, he was
positioning himself between her spread legs.
    Seeming to read her mind, he lowered his body over
hers but paused. “It will only hurt the first time,” he breathed.
    She swallowed again and nodded silently. She was no
coward, and she wanted this.
    He guided the head of his swollen cock to her
entrance and then slowly pressed inside an inch. She tensed at the new
sensation, but it wasn’t entirely painful—just different. His fingers rose to
one of her breasts, and the heat she experienced before began to burn once
more. She relaxed a little, but then he pressed forward farther.
    Now there was a pinch of pain, a tightness that was
growing uncomfortable. She tried to shift a little to alleviate it, which drew
a pained groan from Daniel. She darted a glance at his face, which was next to
hers, and she realized that his jaw was clenched and sweat beaded on his brow.
He looked like he was fighting for control—and losing.
    She tried to shift again, and it was the last straw.
With something between a groan and a curse, Daniel plunged all the way inside
her.
    She cried out as she was torn in two, the pain
searing through her. He covered her cry with a kiss, and then he slowly began
rocking their hips together. The rocking motion sent more tendrils of pain
through her, but her body began adjusting to the new fullness. She kissed him
back even as a few tears slipped down the sides of her face.
    Just as the pain ebbed to a manageable level, he
withdrew slightly, and she suddenly felt empty where she had never before felt
full. But quickly he slid back inside her, and the fullness returned, this time
with less pain.
    He began to build a slow rhythm with his thrusts,
all the while letting his fingers tease and caress her breasts. Somewhere along
the way, the pain shifted to pleasure, and she found herself climbing toward
the heavens once again.
    He quickened his rhythm, sending her careening into
release. A mere heartbeat after she reached the pinnacle, he groaned, and she
felt him tense under her fingertips.